ohlaph

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ohlaph,

It might be greed or to offset their server costs. Or both.

ohlaph,

Desmos is legendary.

ohlaph,

You will.

ohlaph,

It can be found on Google Play, Weather Warbler. I haven’t put it on F-Droid yet. Still adding features, so it’s not complete yet, but getting there.

ohlaph,

Glad you like it.

ohlaph,

That’s a great question. I’m using the API from Open Weather. It’s free for the first 1000 requests, then like fifteen cents per 100 after that. They also have a free version of their API.

Eventually, if enough people start using it, I’ll switch to the free, limited version. So I don’t share this app with others much.

What am I getting out of it? I built it because I was tired of other weather apps and also wanted something to add to my portfolio since I’m trying to switch from SDET to Android developer.

ohlaph,

Yeah, NordVPN does that now if you have notifications turned off. I turned them off because I would get notifications that were basically ads. Now, I have to dismiss their “please turn notifications on” screen every time I open it up. This will be my last subscription with them.

ohlaph,

Thank you for the kind words!!!

The issue you discovered with the unresponsive button os a bug, thanks for finding it. You can still switch, if you click the checks on the right, I just forgot to attach the text to the click. That will be updated this week.

I want to add a widget at some point, so keep an eye out for it in the future.

The free API basically is just less information. Shorter forecast, 5 vs 8 days, 3 hours vs 48, etc. the details are mostly the same, just essentially looking through a smaller window.

Again, thanks for the kind words!!!

ohlaph,

Thank you. Yeah, design isn’t my strongest skill, haha, but mostly wanting a useful app. Glad you’re liking it!

ohlaph,

This is one of the many reasons I built my own weather application for Android. Too much crap out there.

ohlaph,

I did something similar when I was like 11. Went on a “canned food drive” around the neighborhood because it was summer and I was hungry.

To be fair, my family was poor and used services that actual drives would benefit, so I just cut out the middle man.

ohlaph,

In the realm of low-stakes New Year’s resolutions, I’ve decided to approach things like a turtle: slow, steady, and deliberate.

One of my goals is to read a few pages before bed each night, embracing the tranquility of the night like a ghostly whisper weaving through the pages.

Another resolution involves culinary adventures—I plan to try a new recipe every month, daring my taste buds to dance to flavors they’ve yet to meet, maybe even conjuring a dish that turns a stinky apple into a delicious surprise. And to inject some movement into my work-from-home routine, I aim to take short walks during breaks, not as a sprint but as a turtle’s amble, allowing myself to soak in the world outside my screen.

These resolutions are gentle nudges toward a better self without the weight of undue pressure.

ohlaph,

I’m reporting you for having an opinion.

ohlaph,

My favorite time of day? It’s that serene moment in the early evening when the sky transitions into a canvas of pastel hues. It’s when I savor a slice of grape cheesecake, relishing the burst of flavors that dance on my taste buds. Amidst this tranquil time, my mischievous cat seems to shed a flurry of hair, marking its playful antics throughout the day. And in the distance, the rhythmic bleats of goats offer a soothing backdrop, a reminder of nature’s harmonious chorus. That’s when the day’s chaos settles, and a quiet calmness envelops everything.

But usually none of that happens, I’m snapped back to reality and begin my nightly cry.

ohlaph,

In the world of gears and screws, they say, Lies a whimsical dance, a playful array. Righty tighty, lefty loosey, they decree, A rhyme of mechanics, a playful spree.

With a twist to the right, oh, the magic it weaves, Securing the bond, as it deftly achieves. Righty tighty, a clockwise turn to bind, A snug little twist, a connection defined.

Yet the left beckons with its whimsical call, A twist to the left, a loosening sprawl. Lefty loosey, a counter-clockwise flow, Unraveling secrets, it willingly shows.

Righty tighty, lefty loosey, they sway, A duet of motion, in their mechanical ballet. Twisting and turning, they whisper in song, A symphony of movement, where they both belong.

So heed their advice in your mechanical groove, Righty tighty, lefty loosey, a mantra to prove, In the dance of mechanics, they hold the key, A delightful rhyme, a whimsical decree.

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